Making the Team

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Matt looked up at the man above, at the way his face was all scrunched up. He saw the eyes staring at the timepiece in his hands, as Matt struggled to regain his breath. He had given it his all, now was the moment of truth. From looking up at the man, he couldn’t tell if he had done it, or if it had been another failed effort.

This was his last chance, as he hung on the side of the pool, his body slowly returning to normal. He felt his exhaustion, knew deep inside that he had given it his best shot, that he had left nothing behind. Every muscle had been pushed to its limits, if not beyond.

There simply wasn’t anymore for him to give, as he waited for the verdict from the Coach. Either he had made the time or not, in which case his tryout for the Swim Team would be over, or not. As he puffed, letting his lungs take in the air, he managed to look over to the far side, and saw Bradley standing by the locker room entrance.

There was no mistaking his grin either, which seemed to relax him a bit. His eyes looked up as the Coach told him to climb out, that he done good, and he’d see him next week. At first it didn’t register, then he realized he had made the team. Suddenly his muscles stopped aching, as he pulled himself out of the pool, to stand dripping on the edge, a huge grin on his face.

Look over, he saw the smile on Bradley’s face, saw the way he stood there, which gave Matt a bit of a start. It was almost as if he could feel Bradley’s pleasure, pride, in his effort. Even as the news worked its way into his mind, he realized that Bradley would be looking the same even if he hadn’t made it. Strange, but he hadn’t thought about it much before, but now, having made the team, it hit him.

Bradley had also tried out, but had dropped out early on in the trials. He claimed he didn’t want to go through the whole ritual again, that he had had enough at High School. Matt had been a bit put off by that, as swimming was everything to him. He had begun swimming every since he could remember.

He had felt like the water was more of his natural habitat, than his home. Nothing had made him feel more relaxed, than doing laps, or just paddling around the local pool, or at the local river in the summer. It was at that river, where he had his first orgasm, where he had his first blow job.

In fact, most of his important firsts had been at or near water. His meeting Bradley the latest example of how water had given him pleasure. Matt knew that the Coach hadn’t been pleased with Bradley quitting either, nor with his reason for it. It had been a rather testy little discussion, and deep down, Matt wasn’t so sure that Bradley was honest about his reasons for dropping out.

Okay, he was a bit anal about his hair, and his looks, but hell, the swimming season wasn’t really all that long, not like say Basketball. And it would give him added status, yet Bradley had dropped out, saying he just couldn’t go through another season of being bald, of itching.

The itching was a pain, he knew that, but it wasn’t like the hair wouldn’t grow back. In some ways, when it did grow back, it was different, it added character too. The girls would love that, specially given how Bradley looked.

Strange, but even at that point, he had no idea that Bradley was just like him, not really into girls, but just putting on an act, to stay safe from the name calling, the looks. He was the same, which made their hanging out difficult at times. Shit, each time Bradley would leave, he would run to the bathroom, lock the door, and whack off.

It was only later when he found out that Bradley would leave, and run to the woods to do the same thing Matt was doing. If only he had known earlier, but then better late than never, as Bradley told him that night. He could still recall it, as if it was just an hour ago.

He had finished practice, been disappointed in his time, despite his added workout schedule. Matt had gotten up earlier all week, to run longer, to pump up his leg muscles. He had done more crunches, more curls to get his muscles hardened, but it hadn’t kicked in yet. He still wasn’t finding his stroke, and he knew he needed to cut some time off, or he’d not make the team.

High School had been easier, as there really hadn’t been the competition that there was here, at College. Back there he didn’t need to push himself so much, only at meets, and it had worked. Matt hadn’t gone to Nationals, but he had done well at the State Meet. It was a lot different here, because everyone had done State Meets, had done well. Most had also gone to Nationals, so his competition was fiercer.

It was that night, when he found out about Bradley, when it just sort of came out. He still couldn’t believe his luck either, as he had walked out of the locker room, his head hung low, as he struggled with is backpack, with the sense of impending doom. Bradley had easily made the time, but he was faltering. For the first time, he felt like he wouldn’t have his home, his comfort zone.

That was when Bradley suggested he pull out the stops, that he give himself every edge now, instead of waiting for competition. Looking back on it now, he realized it was a come on. It was Bradley pushing him, telling him he needed to make himself sleeker, to cut down on the drag, that got it all started between them.

He smiled, as he trotted over towards Bradley. Things had changed so much that night, when he had agreed to have Bradley help him prepare for the next day’s trials. How he hadn’t realized how bright Bradley’s blue eyes had lit up when Matt had agreed. Nor did he even realize then, how convenient it had been that Bradley’s roommate was off for a few days either.

Course he found out since, that Bradley had set that up too, but getting one of those trophy girls that hung around him, to go off with the roommate, so as Bradley could have the room to himself. It had been a rather well thought out plan, that had netted the results he had obviously wanted.

Mind you, Matt knew he had missed it all. Flirting, pursuing a guy, just wasn’t something he was good at, nor was it really a huge priority for him. He didn’t mind being a loner, didn’t mind jerking himself off at nights, until he had met Bradley. Then the joy of jacking off, well it sort of got less satisfying. Luckily that got solved that night, when he had gone to Bradley’s dorm, to get his body prepared for the next day’s trials.

He usually did it himself, but as Bradley told him, no one could reach all over, could get every hair. Then too, he said you needed to eliminate some of the dry patches, that were always in awkward spots. Matt had to admit, he hadn’t thought about that aspect. Yet it made perfect sense, that every part of his body needed to be sleek, to be smooth, so that he could penetrate the water easily, not disturb the natural flow of it over his body.

The idea of Bradley shaving his body, of doing the spots he couldn’t reach had given him a boner all day too. Never had he felt so excited, so aroused, as he had been that day, and it worried him too. Many times he had thought about calling Bradley, to say it was okay but he’d manage on his own. Yet each time he picked up his phone to dial the number, he hesitated.

To have a legit reason to be touched, by Bradley, well, that was not something to push off, to refuse. Okay, it would be difficult to explain the hard on, but then again, what swimmer didn’t get his dick hard, when doing the shaving routine? Even in High School, the guys all bitched about how they had to whack off after shaving themselves, or find their girls for some sex, due to the raging hard ons.

Not like they were all queers, so it was natural. Hell, it couldn’t be helped, because if you wanted to do a good job around the cock, it had to be hard. If not, man you could miss a ton of pubes, which would rather make it all pointless. I mean one thing to miss a few, but the itching afterwards, just wasn’t worth the grief of trying to keep it soft.

Besides, the warm water, the soap, it all had its way of making a guy think of sex. It was natural, so he would put the phone down, deciding he would go through with it. At least until the next panic attack would hit him, which it did. The last one striking as he raised his fist to knock on Bradley’s dorm room.

He didn’t realize how nervous either, until Bradley locked the dorm room door. Matt felt like he had jumped a mile, or at least the few feet to hit his head on the ceiling. Strange at how Bradley had laughed, making some comment about how he was safe. Strange, but he had laughed too, as he noticed how everything was laid out.

There was the bowl of warm water. Bradley had one of those fresh water dispensers, that did hot water for tea or coffee. He had two bowls out, one steaming a bit and a couple of small wash clothes resting on the edge of the bowls.

No electric razors either, and several bottles of lotions were all on the small end table, near one of the single beds in the room. Across the entire bed was one of those full length mattress pads you saw in Hospitals. It was padded, but rubber, so no liquid would leak through to the mattress beneath. It was like Bradley had it all planned out, which it turned out he did.

Matt felt his dick shifting inside the tight speedos he was wearing, as he remembered how seeing the stuff laid out, the rubber sheet had given him a hard on, then too. At the time he didn’t think much about it, but Bradley had welcomed him with his shirt open. Sort of like he had just been putting it on, and he had stolen a quick glance at his bare chest.

Funny how a guy could remember such details, afterwards, and at odd times. The way his eyes had looked, how his hands seemed to tremble a bit, as he had held the door open, to let him in. How he had even taken a quick look out in the hallway, before closing and locking the door. It all came back to him, made him want to hurry up with his shower, so he could meet Bradley outside.

Towelling off, Matt could feel the odd guy looking at him, stealing a glance, but he didn’t mind anymore. It used to bother him, but then too it was his paranoia. After all, he was queer, but he also had what many would have killed for, a killer of a dick. He was rather proud of that, though it was when he stripped at Bradley’s place, that night, when he really noticed how proud he was.

The way Bradley had stared at him, at that huge dick sticking out from his slender body, had made his jaw open. His eyes had bulged too, and while at the moment he hadn’t noticed, later on he did recall how the bulge in Bradley’s pants had grown.

While he had been naked in front of lots of guys before that night, it had been his most nerve racking experience to date. He had fiddled with his belt, his buttons, and did everything he could to prolong the moment. The small talk had been unsatisfying, as if they both sensed that something was about to change between them. Matt didn’t think Bradley was gay, least not then. Though afterwards, he did chide himself for not picking up on some of the signs.

Still, at that moment, he was nervous, scared even. He could feel the push of his dick in his shorts, feel it growing, which only added to his nervousness. He had done everything he could to delay the process, even suggesting that they start with the chest first. Bradley had pushed that idea away, saying that he’d only wind getting his clothes all wet, and the dorm’s dryer was not working.

There was a bit of a chill he thought, but then it was just nerves. His shirt was off on the floor, as were his shoe and socks. He had sat on the bed, heard the rubber squishing sound, which only made him more nervous. Bradley seemed impatient, but he now realized that was just his own nervousness showing.

They had talked about it after, but at that moment, he just felt scared. He knew his dick was hard, knew it would plop out the second he pulled his shorts down. He had been right too, but it was at that moment he started to realize, that there was more to the night. He had noticed Bradley’s eyes, saw his jaw open, saw him lick his lips, which had only made him shake a bit more.

It was when he was stretched out on the bed, when Bradley began to soak his body with the warm clothes, before applying the shaving cream, that Matt felt his body twitch, felt that tell tale sign, that he was horny. He felt his chest heave a bit, as the first hot cloth was placed over his groin, as Bradley lightly pushed it up against the base of his hard penis.

How his fingers lingered a bit longer than they should, or how he just stared at him. Thinking of it now, he should have known that the whole offer was a ruse. He hadn’t even as Bradley applied the shaving cream around his dick, and made him push his legs apart, holding the upper thigh while he applied hot clothes, then shaving cream.

When he reached out, to start to shave, not at his chest, or his legs, but at his groin, he could see the fingers tremble a bit, see them quiver. He felt his own body shudder too, as the fingers reached around his massive pole, to hold it steady.

The jolt inside, was unbelievable. He felt his whole body quiver, felt it shake, as the tips of the fingers moved all around the thick shaft, to take hold. His skin seemed to suddenly be on fire, as he felt the fingers tighten their grip. Matt remembered looking up, seeing a glazed look on Bradley’s face, as he tried to control his breathing.

How the razor had appeared, shaking a bit from the trembling hand, that didn’t seem to bother Matt. He was too enthralled by the way he felt, from the touch to worry. Then as the blade touched his skin, he felt his body tingle. It was almost like every muscle inside had suddenly decided to tighten up. His teeth bit down on his lip, as he watched the action at his groin. How thick his cock looked, with a soft fluffy cloud of white at its base. Sort of like some huge office tower rising above the clouds. He shook, as he wondered what it would be like to have Bradley stroke him.

He had felt an ache in his buttocks too, felt the muscles clench as the hand held his hard on, as the razor made its slow way across his belly, cutting his pubic hairs off. His whole body was taut, as Bradley carefully moved the razor along the skin, adding a bit more shaving cream in spots.

How soft his touch was too. Matt was a bit surprised at that too. The fingers were tightly holding his dick, but then as they pushed his penis to one side, to let the razor glide over his scrotum, he couldn’t help but notice how light the touch was, how gentle it was. The way his fingers would press down, would pull the sac, while the palm of the hand held back his massive dick.

Matt still couldn’t figure out how he had managed to not shoot his load then, specially when Bradley had held his dick, had gently tugged at it, while he cleaned off the remnants of the shaving cream. He never thought he had that much self control, as Bradley proceeded slowly to shave all of the hair off his chest, what little there was of it.

Then it was the legs, and how his hand felt, as he held each leg, just below where the cream had been applied. How he let the hot clothes soak into his body, how it felt as the hand held his calf, held his ankle later on. How it felt as the palm of the hand pushed down on his foot, its warmth adding to the whole inner feelings, that seemed to roll up and down his body.

Turning over on his back had been another whole new experience for him. He felt his own huge dick wedged upwards, between his stomach and the bed. Yet as he adjusted his body, he felt Bradley applying the hot clothes to his buttocks. How he had gently pried apart the two cheeks, to lightly wash them down, to gently let the hot warmth seep into the soft hidden flesh.

The shaving cream had been unreal too, making his tiny hole pucker a bit, specially when the hand passed over it. One of Bradley’s fingers pausing briefly over it, which only made it ache even more.

How wonderful it felt, as the fingers spread across the inside of a cheek, then slowly pulled it apart, while Bradley stroked it and cut the tiny peach fuzz hairs between. How warm it all felt, as he did each side, then moved down the back of his legs.

In some ways, it felt better than any sex he had. The way the fingers moved across his legs, his backside too. How soft they felt, how warm it all felt, until finally he heard the words, that told him the shaving was done. That he could turn over now.

That was when he felt his heart quicken. Turning over, he didn’t realize how good it had all felt, or that his body had reacted as it would normally to such careful handling. Just as he felt his hard cock pop out from beneath, as it stuck out and he leaned backwards, did he feel the sticky pre cum on his belly. Panic was suddenly in full bloom, as he struggled to figure out what to say, what to do.

His first instinct had been to cover it up, to place his hands over the offending smear, but he didn’t have the time. It was too late as he glanced over at Bradley, to see him staring at it, at his stomach, and the drying trail of pre cum.

Matt could feel his face blushing, feel his body tense up as he struggled to come up with some excuse, some explanation, but he never needed to. Instead of saying a word, he watched in awe as Bradley stepped a bit closer, as his hand reached out towards Matt’s stomach.

With his eyes nearly popping out, he saw the fingers reach out, for the tips to lightly brush over the trail, then move back towards Bradley’s face. Matt was certain his heart would explode, as he saw Bradley place each finger into his mouth, sucking them clean of his, his pre cum. He couldn’t believe it, couldn’t comprehend what he had just witnessed, until he saw Bradley’s head come closer.

His eyes almost popped out of their socket, as he saw the frosted hair fill his vision, as he felt the hand suddenly grab hold of his trembling dick. His body trembled, as he saw the head lower itself, and then the room seemed to just explode. Flashes of lights crossed back and forth, as his body bucked a bit, shook hard. The bed squeaked a little too, as he felt the tongue flick across his cock head, swiping the large drop of pre cum.

Looking up, he saw the glint in Bradley’s face, as he lifted himself up, and as he raised his upper body up, he was also taking off his shirt. He tossed it off to the far side with one fling of his arm. The other was reaching down, and he heard the button pop, then the zipper being pushed down. In no time at all, Bradley was standing next to him, totally naked, just as he was.

There were some tufts of hair around each of his nipples. Each one firm and sticking out like a short bolt. His body was trembling, the muscles rolling as he let his eyes move down. He lifted himself up onto his hands, as his head stared at Bradley’s fully aroused cock, at how Bradley had one hand around its base, slowly stroking it, aiming it directly at Matt.

He swallowed as he realized just how much he wanted to see more, to reach out and touch it too. He leaned forward, as Bradley stepped in closer. It was as if both could read the other’s mind. How he seemed to just know that Matt wanted to taste him, to lick at his cock made him tremble a little. The press of the one hand on the back of his head, the way he could smell him now.

That thick scent, that heavy aroma of a man fully aroused, assailed his nostrils, which made him take several deep breathes of it. He had enjoyed that scent before, from his limited experiences, but this time, it just seemed more intense, more arousing. He couldn’t help himself, as he moaned a bit, which seemed to spur Bradley on.

The touch on his lips was like a hot burning rod being pressed on them. He tried to rear back, but Bradley’s hand on the back of his head, held him firmly. He stopped fighting it, realizing how much he really did want it. His lips opened, and he tasted the salty precum as he moved his head forward, to taste the hot head, the steamy pole that followed.

His body shook, as he felt his hands reach up, to take hold of Bradley’s hips, to dig his fingers in as he bobbed back and forth over it. He tasted it all, felt it throb to his motion, felt the heat inside, as he twisted his head a bit, to twist around and take more of the long pole. While it wasn’t as huge as his, it still was rather large.

The slurping sounds only made him want more. His whole body ached, as he held onto the hips, as his mouth tasted the pole. He realized too, that Bradley was uncut, though he hadn’t noticed it right away. His foreskin was so tight, that he had missed that. Yet he could taste it, feel it shift from the press of his lips.

While the sounds of his mouth echoed, he could hear the soft moans coming from Bradley. He felt his own body shake, as he began to let one hand explore that perfect swimmer’s body. He felt the muscles, felt their power as his hand moved up and down the thigh on one side. His other hand held tightly, then switched roles. It was like a hard caress, as he let his left hand swing inside, to brush past the full scrotum.

He heard the groan, felt the penis in his mouth jerk, as the back of his hand moved past the swinging balls. His own mind was reeling, as he tasted Bradley. The hard thick pole was stretching his throat, making it ache, but he loved its feel, its warmth. Every taste bud inside his mouth, was watering with anticipation of Bradley letting go, of tasting his jizz.

The motion of his head became faster, the lips tried to tighten even more, to add more friction to the motion, to make the hard throbbing pole hotter. He felt the hands on his shoulders, felt them dig into his flesh, while the moans became more intense, louder and longer in duration. He let his hand reach down, to take hold of the full sac.

As he felt the rough leathery skin, he felt like his shoulders would be wrenched off from his torso. The fingers dug deep, as the whole body shook. Matt felt Bradley’s body arch backwards for a second, then suddenly it was driving forward with his entire body weight behind it. He felt the cock in his mouth jerk, felt it bang against the soft throat lining, then dive deeper into his throat.

He gagged, struggled with the fullness inside his mouth and throat, when he heard the cry, felt the press of Bradley’s pubic hairs up against his face, his lips. Every muscle in his own body suddenly grew even more taut, more on edge. The cry was barely out of Bradley’s mouth, when he felt the cock head rear, felt the skin swell up between his lips.

In that second he knew what was to happen, as it did. He had no chance to prepare, as the hot stream of cum came flooding into his throat, overwhelming him. He tried to swallow, as the thick cream filled his throat and mouth, as it pushed past his lips to dribble down the corners of his mouth, all before he could manage that first swallow.

He couldn’t cough, as his reflexes tried to deny him the pleasure. His throat tried to close, to stop the flood of cum that was still pouring from the swollen cock head inside. Then as he gagged more, as his stomach twisted, he managed to swallow, to relieve the pressure on his throat a little, just as the cock head reared back a third time.

This time he was ready, as his hands gripped the thighs of Bradley’s trembling body. Matt could feel Bradley’s whole body shaking, as the final stream of hot cum flowed out of the hard cock. He could feel the blood pulsing as it moved along the thick shaft, as it expelled its precious milk into his own throat.

Every part of his body had shook, his legs had twitched and he felt a strange burning sensation in his ass, as he held onto the trembling legs. The hard pole slowly relaxed in his mouth, as the hands released his shoulders. He could feel the fingers shaking, as he leaned back, to see Bradley staring down at him. The eyes, glittering as he looked down at Matt, then further down at the huge cock that was still standing tall between Matt’s legs.

‘I want that, oh God do I want that’

Matt smiled as he leaned back and pulled himself up further onto the bed. His cock was aching, oozing some pre cum as he smiled at Bradley. Matt couldn’t believe his luck, or his good fortune. To think, he had wanted to not show up, to cancel, and yet here he was, about to get to ride the Campus’ most eligible.

‘It hurts going in.’

‘No kidding, but damn it, I want to, uh…’

‘Suit me up, I think I want you as much, hell I know I do.’

Anointing of the Man Child

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (7)

Somehow the darkness seemed less forbidding, less intimidating, as he felt Trent next to him. He could hear him breathing, almost see it really, as he peered into the darkness. There was no mistaking how he had his head hung low, how his body trembled a little. He could feel it in how the bed seemed to move, as he waited.

It seemed like an eternity before Trent started talking. The words were said so softly that Blake had trouble hearing some of them, but as the story unfolded, he realized just how much pain Trent had to be in, just as he was. He listened in horror as he heard Trent explain that it had happened to him too, but not recently, but years ago, just when all those strange feelings were being felt, when a guy first realized that he was different than his friends, that he wasn’t into girls, but wanted guys.

He listened quietly, feeling his heart thump, feeling his blood turn to ice as he listened to the story, of how at just 14 he had made the mistake of telling his best friend how he had felt. He felt the cold come to him, as Trent told him how his friend had let everyone in school know about him, and how one day after baseball practice, his so called friends had waylaid him, had decided he needed a lesson in what being men were.

His stomach gurgled as he wanted to throw up, as Trent told him it all, in detail. It was like what had happened to him, but in Trent’s case, he knew his attackers. They were his team mates, and worse, the Coach knew. He hadn’t stopped the attack, had simply turned an eye to it, and had even chastised Trent, telling him what did he expect, for being a sinner?

Listening to the story, to how Trent’s so called friends took turns abusing him, doing things that made his blood grow cold, made him think back to Ron, to his own friends. Would they have turned on him too, if they had known? Would they have waylaid him as Trent’s had done? Maybe, though he wasn’t sure, and yet Trent didn’t seem to have let it stop him, to have changed him.

As the horror unfolded he couldn’t believe the things done, all by so called friends. It was like they had all gone crazy, had become animals. He had read the books too, yet he never believed them, but now he knew they were true. Just as Trent had found out, he too had found out, but this was 2008, not the Middle Ages. This wasn’t possible, and yet as he listened, as he felt Trent’s hand tremble under his, he knew it was true.

He could hear a clock ticking off in the distance, hear the silence as the darkness just seemed to hold them both in its cloak. The beat of his heart sounded so loud in his ears, different than last night, scary even, as he tried to figure it all out, to make sense of it. The pain in his body, well it hurt but somehow it didn’t seem as bad as the pain he felt in his heart, from listening to Trent, from remembering the way his attackers sounded. That hurt more than anything, as he sat there, realizing that he wasn’t alone in how he felt.

His hand was on top of Trent’s, as he clasped it, feeling how cold it felt, how afraid Trent was, as was he. It didn’t make sense, all that hate.

‘What happened after, did the Police charge them?’

‘The Cops? No, no one got charged.’

‘Why not? I mean…’

‘You saw how they were at the Hospital?’

‘Yeah, but that is here, I mean they still took everything down, I don’t…’

‘You don’t get it, I never told anyone, least not until now, how could I? My parents, they wouldn’t believe me, it would have been my fault, and it would have made things worse, it was bad enough, so no, there weren’t any charges, I didn’t tell anyone.’

He felt suddenly like he was an old man. Everything he had believed in, everything he had relied on, seemed to suddenly not exist. It was a shock, one that was only acerbated by the pain inside. Blake felt like he had been living in some bubble, as he should have known. He felt so empty, and yet there had been last night. That had been good, no matter what, as he looked over at the slumped shadow next to him.

Blake let his hand move up the trembling hand, to take a tentative hold on the arm, and yanked a bit, to try and bring Trent closer to him. At first he felt him resist, then he too seemed to just collapse, as it all took hold of them both.

Trent was holding him, hard at first but he quickly pulled back, as Blake winced and moaned a bit, as the pain from his injuries intruded. Trent released his pressure a bit, but didn’t move away, and Blake felt his breath on his face, as they looked at each other.

‘Some friend I am.’

‘Huh? You are a good friend.’

‘Yeah right, here you are the one who gets beaten up, and I am the one crying on your shoulder. Fine pair of mugs we are.’

‘Haha, yeah, but it’s okay, I don’t think… I mean Trent, last night, was it, I mean…’

‘Yeah, I meant it Blake, I don’t, I mean it’s not been easy for me to meet guys, only well, only lately did I feel safe enough, so yeah, last night was real, least for me.’

‘Me too.’

‘For real? I mean I know how you must be feeling, how things like what happened, how it screws us up, if we let it.’

‘Then let’s not let it, Trent, what happened, it really isn’t our fault, is it?’

Blake felt the body stiffen next to him, then relax a bit. He also felt the head move closer, then a soft brush of Trent’s lips against his own. His body jerked a bit, as he felt the tender kiss on his bruised lips, felt the sudden ache in his groin too, felt the stirring there that he hadn’t felt since the attack.

‘No, it isn’t, it really isn’t.’

Blake felt his own body relax, as he tasted the kiss, felt the warmth returning to his body, as he also felt the ache from his bruises. He felt better, as he slumped back down onto the mattress, holding Trent’s hand.

Trent began to get up, off the bed when Blake reached out with his hand, to tug at Trent’s arm. He saw him turn, and look down at him.

‘Don’t go, not tonight.’

He could see the lips part, see the gleam of Trent’s teeth as he smiled down at him, then watched as stood up by the bed. His face was in darkness, but saw his arms move down, as he dropped his pants, and then lifted up the covers, to slide under the covers, to lay next to Blake.

Trent reached over, and gently lay his arm over Blake, and let him roll into his warm body. Blake felt the press of Trent’s body, and his eyes closed. His body seemed to just uncoil, as he felt the soft press of Trent’s body next to his own. He felt safe, for really the first time since coming back from the hospital, as sleep began to take hold.

Yet even as his mind began to rest, he could feel the warmth at his groin, feel the warmth of Trent’s bare legs against his, and he sighed, feeling content. He was safe, and the memory of earlier was gone, for now. Instead he saw the way Trent was looking at him, when he had been on his knees, staring up at him. It was last night, and he knew that what they had planned for tonight, wasn’t lost, that it would happen, just not now.

—–

Time had flown by, and here he was, standing in front of everyone, about to become a member. It was still amazing, given how things had gone, but he had done it, had gotten past the first trials, then the beating. That still hurt at times, but he had his last exam this morning, and the Doctor had told him there was no sign of internal injuries, which meant, tonight was a go, if he wanted.

Stealing a glance down the line, he saw Trent, and immediately he felt the stirring in his groin. In his mind, there was no doubt that tonight would be a go, and best of all, they wouldn’t have to look for a place. As members of the Fraternity, they had their own room, and it had been decided that they share a room. It was sort of a gift, from the guys, which had made him weepy, when they told him last night.

From being a 200 to 1 long shot at making the Fraternity, he was now fully accepted. The ceremony was a formality, but he had been told earlier that he would make it, simply because he hadn’t given in to the hate. He hadn’t backed down, like he had thought he would, and while not much would come of it, least when he walked along the Quad, the whispers weren’t so much, and people actually didn’t avoid him. Some even smiled or waved at him, which was a lot different than he had hoped for.

It was far from being over, but he wasn’t backing down. He was pursuing it, forcing the Administration to deal with it, to find ways to correct it. While it wasn’t much, the unlit path to the Fraternity was now lit at night, just as the other paths were. Campus Police patrolled it as often as the other pathways, and the New Chancellor had promised that the College would find his attackers, would prosecute them.

Not many at the Frat House bought that, but they were willing to wait and see. It hadn’t made the news beyond a brief blurb on the local television station, but that was okay too. He really didn’t need that kind of attention, but he also knew, standing there now, that if it hadn’t been for Trent, he’d never be standing here, never be looking forward to his first full fledged night with a guy. Least that was the plan, but this time he wasn’t about to take any chances.

After the ceremony, he wasn’t leaving the house. Nor was he letting Trent go out either, and he already had purchased all he needed for tonight. There were not one, not two, but four boxes of unused Condoms in their room. Two giant bottles of lubricant to go with the Condoms , one water based, one silicon based. Reading all those magazines had given him the facts, that some Condoms were less reliable with silicon lube, so he wanted to make sure.

Trent had laughed at him when they were at the mall. How he had read every label, so carefully, before selecting not just the lube, but the Condoms . He avoided the one’s with spermacide in them, avoided the short dated one’s too. They had laughed when Trent said he was like some GI Joe on a Mission.

Gawd, how good it had felt to laugh, to just be thinking of tonight, instead of his nightmare. He still had those, but each night they came to him, Trent had been there. He had held him, had comforted him as he had relived the horrors, had imagined worse, but now they didn’t last as long, didn’t need hours of comforting to put them aside.

Looking at the row of guys making the leap forward, he felt rather special. He knew things weren’t going to be easy, specially if they did find the guys who had attacked him, but he was different than that night, not an easy mark anymore. He had taken some lessons, very basic one’s, but he already felt like he had changed.

To begin with, his parents had been amazing. The Cops had called them, but they didn’t yell, scream, or ignore him. His father had offered to come up, to take him home if he wanted, which was a huge change. His mother had worried about him, but he had managed to assure them both that he was okay, he even had the guts to tell them about Trent, and to his surprise, they hadn’t sounded upset, or surprised.

Less than two weeks, and it was like an eternity of changes had happened almost overnight. He had a new self confidence, most of the time. Yet he was honest enough to know it was just a beginning, just a start due in large part to Trent. How he had stood by him, never leaving his side, but it wasn’t just him. It was everyone, from the Frat President downwards. They were all there, for him, which had surprised him.

They had run a sort of shuttle like service. Posters appeared on Campus, with a telephone number for Gays wanting someone to go with them, when walking to town, or just going back from a late night study session at the Library. The Frat Guys had it all set up, and it had surprised their straight counter parts when they found out just who some of the gay guys on campus were.

Most of the Weight Lifting team for example, were members, and any one of them could take on at least two or three others. Couple of the defensive line turned out to be Gay also, which shocked the football coach. Shocked him so much, that he resigned even.

It was like a revolution of sorts, in how suddenly a lot of people just became gay. No one had suspected them, no one had guessed, and he wondered if some of it was simply symbiotic, or if all those who came out, really were. He was pretty certain that a couple of the football players that had signed up for the protection service really weren’t gay, and frankly none had actually said they were.

Everyone just assumed that only Gays would turn out to help Gays, but Trent didn’t buy that, nor did the Frat House. They seemed all rather pleased, and gave him the credit for making it happen, though in all honesty, he didn’t think he had done much. All he had done, was sign a complaint, at the local Police Station, and had followed it up with a formal complaint at the Administration area.

Course one of the old Alumni had helped more than him, though it was on his behalf. The guy was a top lawyer, and someone had send him an email about Blake’s attack. He suspected it had been Trent, but Trent denied it, though not quite as well as he should have, if he hadn’t done it. Still, he got the credit, and now tonight was his chance at what he had really wanted.

He felt totally nervous, and most of what was being said at the ceremony was going over his head. He couldn’t help but still think about it, about how it would feel, to have something up his ass, that he wanted. Blake had to keep telling himself that, as his mind tried to ruin the desire of his heart. He wanted Trent, wanted it all, and yet his mind seemed to resist, to try and force him to change his mind.

There had been the excuse of it being too dangerous, specially so soon after his assault. He had taken care of that by talking to the Doctor, one he had found off campus. One who wasn’t a prude either. Man that had been scary, trying to broach the subject with a total stranger, but the man had made it easy, unlike the one’s on campus or at the Hospital.

As the ceremony wound down, he could feel his nerves stretching, feel the sweat beading up on his forehead. It was nearing that time. Yet while he felt the ache in his rectum, in his groin too, he also felt scared. What if he didn’t like it? What if he couldn’t do it, just yet?

He ran over his check list, trying to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. Hell he had taken every precaution possible. Had ate a light dinner last night, nothing but fluids all day, and some vitamins. He had made damn sure he was cleaned out, which had gotten Trent giggling this morning. But hell, last thing he wanted was to gross him out, and the kiss he had gotten, well that made the constant trips to the toilet worth it.

Blake had read about all this stuff, had thought what a hassle, and in reality it was. Still, if you wanted to have it all go right, it was worth it. Least he was rather hoping it would be. Still, he worried about things that had him skittish. The slightest sound would make him jump, and he had nearly lost it when Trent had sneaked up behind him, and popped a balloon. Christ, had he jumped a mile in the air, yelled too when he found out it was all a joke, but then as they had hugged, he couldn’t help but laugh too.

Then too, he had gotten even. A well chosen moment, a well aimed balloon with just the right amount of ice cold water, had satisfied his desire for revenge. It had looked so funny, and the others, all laughing with him, had saved him from Trent’s anger, but then Trent never seemed to get angry at him. Put out maybe, but never really angry.

It was almost like they were meant for each other, as if all that had gone on, had not driven them apart, but had brought them closer. He felt so happy, as he shook hands with the Frat President, as he mingled with Brian, and the other new members that had made it through. Funny thing was, other than the one that first night, no one had flunked out.

The House had simply expanded by nineteen new pledges, with cots being added to many of the rooms. He and Trent were slated to have a new roomie too, but it wasn’t to happen until next weekend. It was like the House were giving them time, to let his injuries heal, to let them have some private time. No one had asked them too, it was just done.

Kind of made him wonder, why so many hated Gays. From what he had seen, his kind weren’t nasty, weren’t constantly having sex either. It wasn’t a constant parade of naked men either, with hard ons. Fact was, he saw more dick at the dorm than here, as most walked around with towels covering themselves, unlike the Dorm.

Course it wasn’t that way in his room, not with Trent. The guy was a show off, the way he would enter the room from classes, and in less than a blink of an eye, he would be stark naked. At first he wasn’t sure if it was simply to make him not feel ashamed, or what, but as the days wore on, he realized that Trent liked showing him his naked body. Fact was, he enjoyed seeing it too, though there wasn’t much he could do, least not at the beginning.

He somehow got into the same habit too, so much that when other’s came to call them for dinner, or to pop in to check on him, they would enter with their hands over their eyes. It made them both laugh, as they would quickly grab a towel or sheet to cover their nakedness, but lately, well, who cared?

They earned the nickname, Sunshine Boys, not for being old, but for being alleged nudists. They were always in the buff, in their room, and well, Trent did have nicely tanned skin, though not all over. He had that nice little whiteness, that always made Blake horny.

The first few days had been awkward, but the more that Trent ignored it, the more that he simply took being naked in front of Blake as natural, the more Blake seemed to feel himself change too. He didn’t close the bathroom door when undressing, or taking a pee. He liked it when Trent would stare at him, would comment on how nice of a penis he had.

That first touch, after the attack had been something he would never forget. It wasn’t that he even managed to get fully erect, but that problem ended the very next time. Yet it was typical of Trent, at how he worked at making him feel normal, without it appearing to be work. How he simply would reach out, and grab his dick now, to yank on it, and lick his lips. How his eyes would glance up at Blake, as if asking if it was okay.

He enjoyed being sucked off, enjoyed sucking too, and while it had taken almost a full week before it happened, it seemed like it would never end now. The instant he heard the door to the room open, and that it was Trent, his dick would suddenly spring up, become fully aroused.

Trent was a big tease too, as he would sometimes undress real slow, or would strip so fast, but not his undies. Then he would parade around, swishing around, showing off his ass. And he had a nice one too, least Blake thought so. Tonight, he was hoping to experience a lot more of Trent’s ass.

Last night, he had been worried, hoping that today’s Doctor’s appointment would give him the green light for tonight. Even the shopping for the Condoms , the lubricant , was all in anticipation of tonight, which he really didn’t think would happen, least not then. Sure he wanted it to happen, least he thought he did. There were still doubts, still fears, and they had talked long into the night about it.

Another change for him. He had never had anyone to talk to, to actually discuss things like how it felt to have a dick in the ass, or to suck on one. Trent seemed so open about it all, yet the more they talked, the more Blake realized that Trent was just as shy as he was. He just showed it differently, but the talks, it was something he wished he could have done a lot sooner, done without having to have been attacked.

Trent was the worrier now, when it had been him at first. Trent was the one who insisted on having the Doctor tell him, face to face, that they could have sex, that it wouldn’t cause any damage. Then too, the Doctor had said they would have to take it slow, which had made Blake laugh.

He had to explain why too, which made Trent blush, because they had talked about it, about how Trent liked to not pound an ass, but to go in slow and deep, then pull out slow, before going back in. How he preferred to take his time, to feel every nerve inside, to feel every muscle surrender to his dick, as it moved inside.

The Doctor had only grinned, and slapped Trent on the back, then gave his okay, saying that he was sure it would be okay. Funny thing about it, until that slap, that almost laughing agreement that it would be okay, he hadn’t felt horny, but in that instant, he had gotten a boner. A real hard one, that required very little effort to relieve, once they had gotten back to the Frat House.

It was also the first time that he had gotten Trent to nearly choke, on his cum. The expression on Trent’s face had been priceless, as he had taken Blake’s cock, had managed to wrap his lips around it, and was only half way down on his shaft, before Blake had felt it begin.

He had cried out, his hands had suddenly dug deep into Trent’s shoulders, and his body had reared back, before lurching forward, hard. His whole cock had suddenly been thrust fully into Trent’s mouth, without much warning. Blake had heard him gag, heard him struggle, as his cock just seemed to explode.

His whole body had trembled, had shook as he emptied his balls, as Trent tried to swallow it all, failing too. A lot of Blake’s cum was dribbling down Trent’s chin, as he pulled out, and felt himself shake. It had been quick, and as he looked down at Trent, he could feel how much Trent cared for him. It had never struck him, as much as at that moment.

Funny thing about it, was how Trent leaned back on his hands, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then licked his lips. He grinned too, as he said that next time he’d like a bit more notice, so he wouldn’t be such a slob, and miss out on his protein. Blake had surprised himself, by telling Trent that there was lots more, when he was able to properly suck a dick.

He had changed, and he was enjoying the change too. As the group began to break up, as guys paired off with others, to celebrate on their own, he looked for Trent, to take him up to their room, where he could finish his education into the Gay lifestyle.

Blake jumped as a hand clapped him firmly on the shoulder. Turning around, he saw Trent standing there, his eyes sparkling, as he stared at him. He smiled back, relaxed as he felt the hand reach out, take his and begin to lead him towards the main stairway. He could feel other’s watching, wondering for a bit at why, but ignoring it, as he felt the urgency inside of his body.

They took the stairs, mostly two at a time, and moved down the hallway towards their room. He was having troubles keeping up, as Trent seemed in a rather rush, which surprised him a bit. He had figured he’d be the one rushing, but something was holding him back, or so it felt.

Then as they approached their room, he couldn’t help but notice that there was something on the door. It made him stop for a moment, made him suddenly remember the taunts from that night, made him shiver. He felt Trent stop, then squeeze his hand, which pushed the memories away, and let him move forward.

The door had pink ribbons on it, and a small little bronze plate. He stared at it, then read the inscription on it. His body shook, as he read the large print, that said ‘lovers only’ and below that, were his and Trent’s name.

He felt the kiss, felt the hand grope him, then he was inside the darkened room. Small candles were flickering next to the their beds, which had been pushed together in the center of the room. They had done it before, but it was different this time. The flickering candle light made his heart quiver a bit, as he saw the single rose.

It was a deep fire red, and was placed across both pillows. It just seemed to shimmer in the candle light, as he felt Trent next to him. He turned to stare at him, and he felt his touch on his face, wiping away a tear at the corner of one eye.

The kiss was soft and gentle. Blake felt his eyes close, felt his body melt into Trent’s body, as the kiss made his whole body tremble. Then he could feel the soft caress of his hands over his whole body, just lightly touching him. He moaned, as he felt his shirt being undone, felt his chin being lifted up, the hollow of his neck being lightly kissed.

He stood there, feeling the tenderness, feeling the joy of just being held. His body was trembling, as Trent slowly opened his shirt, slowly moved his hand along his chest, lightly caressing him. He shivered, as the flickering lights danced around him, as his body revelled in the soft touch of Trent’s hand that gradually had him stripped naked.

Blake had no idea what time it was, or how long it had taken, but he was standing there, in Trent’s arms, totally nude. His body ached, in a good way as he felt his butt cheeks clench and unclench as Trent’s hand passed over them. He felt the hardness of his cock, as the fingers moved lightly over the hard shaft, barely touching the hot flesh.

He felt his legs quiver, as the hand moved up and down, as Trent’s tongue licked at him, touching him as it had many times before, yet it was different this time. It was more tender, more sensual. He felt his whole body shaking, as the hands moved him, guided him, until he was suddenly stretched out on the bed. He didn’t even remember falling down onto the bed, or how Trent had somehow managed to shed his own clothes. All he knew was that he was there, resting beside him, his hand moving over his rolling stomach muscles, that his cock was sticking up like a flag pole, harder than he had ever been.

The ache in his balls were excruciating, yet wonderful as Trent’s fingers moved across the full sac. He felt his breath on his forehead, as he leaned over to reach for something next to him. The flickering lights were suddenly gone, their wild dance on the room walls were suddenly gone, and the darkness took hold. He didn’t panic this time, as usual. He didn’t feel a cold chill creep into his body, as he smelled that cologne, that Trent wore.

He felt the ache inside, felt his body quiver as he rolled over onto his stomach. The hands moved lightly over his back, around the nape of his neck, lifting his hair up. He felt the soft press of lips and shivered, as Trent kissed him, then dragged his tongue downwards. He felt it run down his spine, right to the beginning of his butt.

His legs twitched, his cheeks seemed to flutter a bit, shake like jelly, as the hand moved along them, the fingers barely touching. He sighed, as his body sunk further into the mattress below. His body ached, but not from pain, but from desire.

It felt like he was floating on air, the way everything was so soft, so gentle. The touch of his hands, of his fingers, of his mouth. Blake felt the love, felt it hold him as his body was finally made into a man. He had cried out, a soft low groan, that barely echoed in the room, as he felt the pulse of his heart race. His lungs grew short of breath, as he felt the fullness inside of his body, as he slowly felt the beat next to his own heart. He felt the tears at the corners of his eyes, as his body grew fuller, as slowly the muscles inside gave way to the warmth, to the slowly moving energy that was Trent’s love for him.

He felt it all, as if he was floating on a cloud. In and out he felt it push, felt it touch him. It was like his whole insides were slowly wrapping around it, holding it for a second, before letting it in further, touching it in such a way, that it throbbed with pleasure. His whole body felt like it was on fire, felt like he was melting.

Time seemed endless, as he felt the love hold him, caress him. Nothing seemed to matter, there was no pain, just a warmth that made him glow, as he felt the shortness of breath, felt the racing pulse, felt the hard beat of a heart, mingle with another wild beating heart. He felt it all, felt every touch, every nerve, as the fullness only grow inside of him, only helped him feel the warmth around his whole body. The bed was soaked, dripping from his sweat, from Trent’s, but he didn’t notice it, as he felt the cry before he heard it.

It wasn’t loud, wasn’t primal, or even harsh sounding. It was slow and yet deafening at the same time. His whole body had shook, quivered, and he felt it, felt it fill and stretch the thin plastic, then he felt it moving, felt it going back out of his body. He cried, his body heaving, as he felt the hard pole, felt a sense of panic, that quickly was erased. That one instant, that one moment of stark terror had come back, but it had been beaten back. He cried, as he felt the love, felt the passion that had taken its place.

His body ached, his legs were taut and stretch tightly. His toes had curled up and arched, but even as he catalogued it all, he knew that his nightmares wouldn’t come back, not tonight, not tomorrow either. He sighed, as his body took all of Trent’s weight onto itself. He felt his own body, exhausted, but satisfied, for the moment, as he felt the warmth deep inside. He felt it all, felt it growing, even as the fullness grew less. His body was radiating the heat, the passion, that had filled him just seconds earlier, as he sighed, smelling that aroma, that scent that was his and Trent’s.

Anointing of the Man Child

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (6)

Everything seemed so hushed, so quiet that it gave him a bit of the shakes. He knew that he was in a hospital, that there were people all around him, and Blake could even distinguish some of the words too. Like when someone had asked who was in there, meaning his cubicle, he had heard clearly the female voice mention the queer boy. Even here, he wasn’t free of the anger, the disdain, but he didn’t seem to think much about it. All he could think of was how Trent had looked. How they all looked, and that seemed to be enough.

The way they all seemed to act, when they had examined him, had prodded his bruised and battered body, was making him feel like he had never made it to the Frat House. The coldness, the blank stares as the two men in uniform stood while the Doctor examined him, and the female nurse took blood, all the time he was stretched out naked on the hard bed. Even his dorm room bed was softer, but he put up with it, too tired to protest.

All he could think of was how angry the voices sounded, how they laughed as they took their turns pissing on him, making him swallow it, making him be a part of their sickness. Every time he thought about it, he shivered, and it seemed like the images of that time would never leave. He felt terrified about what would next time bring, and he knew, deep inside, that there would be one.

He had no idea why, but he just knew it would happen again. Blake feared it, as he lay there, alone. His only contact was with the hospital staff, who after their initial exams, seemed to avoid him. There was the tall figure next to the closed curtain, who had to be a cop. You could tell by how he stood there, and how his shadow looked. It was eerie to see, because he could almost feel the man’s disgust at being there.

Not everyone was that way, least he didn’t think so. The one nurse who had come in after, who had covered his naked body with a sheet, when no one else had. How she had wiped his face, and given him some water to sip. She didn’t say much, but he had felt better, when she was there.

The pain in his body wasn’t so bad, but he was certain that was due to the drugs they had given him, but they just didn’t seem to totally dull the pain. Every time he moved, he could feel the pain in his chest, in his legs. His body ached, but it wasn’t like how it had been as he had made his way to the Frat House.

The curtain parted and there was the doctor. He was dressed in green and as he looked over at him, he could see his disdain, see his feelings as if he had shouted them out. The way his eyes would barely look at him, but concentrate on the clipboard in his hand. How he stood so erect, and distant. It was like he really didn’t want to get any closer, and the gloves.

Blake couldn’t help but notice how he had come in with them on, as did the other hospital staff. Only the one nurse that had covered him, hadn’t come in wearing them. It was like they were all afraid of touching him, of even being in the same room without their rubber protection. It made him feel so dirty, and he didn’t know why.

He could make out what was being said, barely, and he knew that he was lucky to have survived, but the way the man spoke to him, listing all that had been done to him, then telling him how lucky he was, even hinting that in some way he should be thankful they hadn’t done more. Worse, was how he made it sound like maybe he had simply exaggerated it a bit, that in some way he may have actually been a willing participant. The officer seemed to have a scowl, as he too looked at Blake with that sort of disbelief in his face, that implied they weren’t convinced he hadn’t done anything to provoke the attack. Hell the Doctor looked like he didn’t even believe it was an attack, as if he would go out and want people to kick him, to do all that to him.

While the drugs they had given him were dulling the pain, he still could feel their hatred, their anger at him. He didn’t understand, he hadn’t done anything, why did they hate him? What had he done to make them feel so afraid of him? It wasn’t like he had asked those guys to grab him, to beat him, to abuse him, yet they seemed to think he had. It made no sense, they didn’t know him, know what he was like or how he thought.

His mind kept going over it, wondering what he had done wrong. What had he said or done to anyone, that made them want to hurt him like they had? He didn’t even know who they were, which everyone seemed to not believe. If he knew, he would have told them, but the Policeman who questioned him, seemed to not believe it. He had kept asking who had he propositioned, who had he flirted with, as if he was some slut or something.

The man had made it sound like somehow he had been responsible. That maybe he had come on to someone he shouldn’t have, or pushed it when he had been told the person wasn’t queer. No one seemed to believe him, that he didn’t think anyone knew he was gay, other than at the Frat House. The Policeman even suggested if maybe it was one of them, who had maybe been rejected by him. Like any of them would do that, but laying there, he began to wonder, to question.

It wasn’t right, he knew that, still the doubts were all inside of him, still pressing on him while the Doctor said he could leave, but not to have sex till the scars inside healed. Like he hadn’t had that kind of sex yet, but the man seemed to think he was going to rush out to get butt fucked. It didn’t make sense, at how uncaring they seemed.

The way he had handed him the prescription for pain killers, how he held it at the tip, afraid that even the touch of his gloved hand to his bare fingers would give him some incurable disease. How his face looked as he told him that he could get dressed, as if wishing he could just shoo him out now.

It wasn’t easy either, as he wondered where he could go, if going back to the Dorm was even possible, given how his body felt, let alone whether it was safe to do so. The Policeman just stood there, like a rock really, and then as the Doctor had left, he had stepped outside too, as if unwilling to even breath the same air.

His whole body throbbed as he moved his feet to dangle over the bed, as he stared at the chair, with his dirty clothes. He could smell them, feeling the panic inside as he tried to think, tried to make sense out of it all. He had been attacked, and now was being told to go, to shuffle off with some pain pills. That was it, though the Cop had said something about going to the station the next day.

As he looked at his dirty clothes, the curtain moved and he glanced over to see Trent. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes searched Trent’s face, for the same signs of disgust he was becoming used to. Instead he saw concern, but more than that he saw he was holding some clothes.

‘Not sure they’ll fit, but it was the best I could get in such short notice. You okay?’

‘I think so’

‘Yeah, well they say you can leave.’

Blake stared at Trent, who seemed to be shuffling from one foot to another. As of yet, he had barely looked at him, his head was hanging down, but for a brief instant, Blake could only think of how much he had wanted to be with him tonight, that it was somehow changed.

‘Uh huh, just…’

‘Look, not sure what you want to do, but uh, well the guys at the House, they have a room made up for you, and if you want, I can hang around too. We have a car outside, and we can get some of your stuff from your dorm on the way, if you want, I mean, unless you…’

‘No, no, that would be, I didn’t do anything Trent, honest, I tried to get away, they, there were too many of them…’

He didn’t know why, but he felt like he had to say it, to convince Trent that it wasn’t his fault. He knew inside it wasn’t, but no one else seemed to believe him. It hurt, more than the pain from his bruised ribs, or from inside his buttocks. He needed Trent to believe him, at least have one person believe him.

‘Hey, no one is blaming you, come on man, you are the one who got shit kicked, why? They saying you set this all up?’

‘I don’t know, I just, they, I don’t know, they gave me something for the pain, it’s hard to think, it is just… they really going to let me stay at the house?’

‘Of course, if you want. I mean, you don’t want to go back to your dorm do you?’

‘NO, no, I don’t know, no, I uh, Trent why?’

‘Huh? Why what?’

‘Why did they do this to me? What did I do?’

Trent looked at him, and Blake could feel his eyes on him. The way he looked at him, but it was different than before. He couldn’t put his finger on it, be he felt it, felt the difference. It was as if maybe Trent did believe he had asked for it, that maybe he wasn’t so sure that he had been blameless. Before, he had seen how Trent stared at him, how he had checked him out, but now, now his eyes never seemed to go that far down. Blake felt himself shiver, as he looked over at Trent, feeling worse than when he had been kicked.

‘I don’t know Blake, I really don’t, but look, let’s get you to the Frat House, and well, we can try to figure it out later, here, put these on, and I’ll uh, I’ll wait outside. Holler when you are dressed, and I’ll help you out to the car.’

Blake watched as Trent moved a step closer, and put the bundled up clothes next to him. He saw him glance up, saw the tears in his eyes, yet he felt a chill, as he reached out, to touch Trent’s hand. He felt him flinch, as Trent looked upwards at him.

‘You do believe me, don’t you?’

He felt like the world was standing still, as he saw Trent take a deep breath, as his whole body seemed to gather itself up, as if bracing for being hit by a huge wave or something. Blake could see how his body tensed up, how the muscles seemed to tighten.

‘Course I do’

‘Then why, why are you acting like, like I had made this happen, I thought, I mean after last night… I am sorry, the drugs, but I uh, oh shit Trent, I really did try…’

‘No, no it isn’t your fault.’

He didn’t know how or why, but he had to know. He felt so frightened, yet he couldn’t let it go, couldn’t stop from pushing Trent. What they had done, did it not mean anything to Trent? Had last night just been a sex thing, or had it meant something to Trent, as it had to him? Blake had to know, even if his words were slurred, even if it hurt to speak from the ache in his jaw. He had to know.

‘Then why? Why are you afraid to look at me? Please, I don’t need, I mean, this is hard enough, Trent, please, what did I do wrong?’

‘You didn’t do nothing wrong, it isn’t your fault, it’s mine.’

‘Yours? I don’t… I can’t, I mean shit, Trent I am so confused, how is, I mean…’

Deep inside, he felt his body shudder. He could see the tears now, see them rolling down Trent’s face, as he spoke, as his whole body began to quake a bit. It was almost as if he was going to fall down, the way he couldn’t look at Blake, yet as he spoke, Blake realized that last night hadn’t been just about sex.

‘It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have taken you to the bushes, course I believe you, but how can, don’t you see Blake? I should have been more careful…’

The pain was there, inside of him, yet as he listened to the haltingly spoken words, felt the agony in them, he couldn’t help but feel sad for Trent. In a way, it was as if Trent had been the one kicked, pissed on, not him, as he let his hand rest on Trent’s.

‘Help me get dressed, please?’

Trent lifted his head up, and Blake could see the gratitude in the face, the way he lifted up an arm and wiped away the tears that were rolling down his face. He also felt a strange warmth growing between them.

‘You sure?’

‘Yeah’

Leaving the Hospital and going back to the Frat House was filled with silence. There were three others with Trent, two he hadn’t seen before. They looked more like linebackers than anything, but their presence made things difficult. He didn’t know what to say, even after they made him sign a slew of papers before he could leave. Even the Police left before him, again telling him to call the station in the morning.

In some way, they all seemed in a hurry to get him to leave, then did what they could, to make it as difficult as possible. He was exhausted, as they pushed paper after paper towards him, not even letting him do it sitting. He could feel the anger too, from the guys with Trent. Specially the one who had been in charge last night. He was there, and for the first time, Blake noticed how his face would puff up when he was angry, how his eyes seemed to be glazed over with anger, as the Nurse kept handing him papers to sign.

Still, the ride back to the Frat House seemed even more ominous. The way they all talked in hushed voices, when they spoke. In some way, it was like they were afraid to speak normally as if it would upset him or something. It felt creepy, as he sat next to the Senior, whose name he couldn’t remember. Everything was still a bit hazy, as the drugs kept the pain at bay, but also made his mind go off on weird trips.

The way he would find himself staring out the side window, at the reflection of the three in back, Trent being one of them. He had saw how he kept watching him, his eyes constantly glued on him, as if he was afraid he would bolt out of the car. He felt uneasy, unsure what everyone was thinking, the way they would quickly glance away when eye contact was made. It was like they were ashamed of him.

Everything said seemed to have double meanings to him. He knew he was being paranoid, or least he hoped he was. The way one had said that they should have kept him in hospital overnight, made him think they really didn’t want him at the Frat House, or to be here with him. He still wasn’t sure why it took so many either.

Maybe Trent had needed others to be along, so he wouldn’t have to talk to him? That went through his mind several times, and then maybe the Senior was there, because he wanted to make sure Blake didn’t talk about the rituals at the Frat House?

When one of the big guys opened a window, he imagined it was because the guy couldn’t stand the smell of him in the car. He even tried to sniff himself, to see how badly he smelled, but moving was hard, and painful. His ribs were taped up, which made his breathing difficult, let alone move around.

Arriving at the Frat House was a relief, until the car moved up the driveway, and then sat there. Everyone seemed to be looking out, and then the driver honked the horn in three quick bursts. Lights sprung up almost immediately and he felt like he was in the centre ring of the circus.

A few more guys came out of the House, looking rather large too and for some reason he felt himself shrinking back into the seat. He didn’t know why, but it felt like they were coming for him, that maybe it was all a trap. How did he know they were Gay? He only had Trent’s word for it, and panic was starting to take hold, as he heard the back doors of the car open up. He flinched as the driver looked over at him.

‘It’s okay, we are just making sure no one is around, it’s cool Blake, you aren’t the first one to get blindsided on Campus.’

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